CYRIL

 “Where am I?” I asked rhetorically, rubbing my blurry eyes.

 I caressed my head in pain and glanced around to confirm my surroundings. Still, I couldn't recall how I had ended up in a hotel room.

 The last thing I remembered was being bundled out of Adrian's party like an intruder.

 My back still ached from the beating I had received at the hands of Adrian's guards.

 “What was I thinking? When did I suddenly become a chronic drunk?” I ...